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Princess  Trixie 

AUTOBIOGRAPHY 


AN  Accurate  Account  of 
the  Sayings  and  Doings 
of  the  Wise^  and  Most  Highly 
Educated  Horse  in  the  World. 

By 
George  L.  Hutchin 


Copyright  Applied  For.  ]         [  All  Rights  Reserved. 
Copyright  1905  by  W.  H.  Barnes 


PREFACE  AND  CONTENTS 


Tlu"  tonii  "hoist"  sonso"  is  pro\crhi:il.  It  is  now  uni\  crsally 
acknowledjicd  ami  rcconitncnclocl.  1  h:ur,  tor  ;i  lonu  time,  w  ishcd 
to  w  rite  somothin<:  tor  the  hetternient  ot  hnite  i.M"e:itioi\  aiul  the 
eiiiaiuipation  ot  the  animal  kin;j;ilom.  To  me,  out  of  the  depths 
ot  compassion,  has  eome  a  wild  cry  tor  the  amehoration  ot  the 
earthly  condition  of  domestic  animals  oppressed. 

At  last,  like  an  inspiration,  Princess  Trixie  has  come  to  me  as 
a  revelation,  and  her  worils  will  he  as  a  hencihction  to  those  of 
her  world. 

Humanity  will  bless  her  memory  and  all  her  brother  animals 
will  praise  her  according;  to  their  power  of  understandini^. 

Princess  Trixie  has  a  larj^cr  development  ot  "horse  sense"  than 
any  anin^il  I  have  ever  known.  I  have  seen  jim  Key  and  the 
Hahn's  horse  of  Berlin,  and  1  w  ish  to  say  that  they  are  certainly 
marvels  of  equine  intelli;;ence.  'riiey  haxc  done  a  ;j:reat  deal  to 
relieve  the  hardships  and  sutiteriniis  of  their  race.  1  ha\e  often 
thout:;ht  that  they  knew  more  than  some  teachers  and  trainers. 

Princess  Trixie  matriculateil  in  the  school  of  experience  ami 
j^raduatcd  in  Nature's  broad  coUej^e  of  universal  knowledj^c.  Be- 
yond cavil  she  is  the  smartest  and  best  educated  horse  in  the  world 
today.  She  speaks  a  various  lan^uaj:;c,  and  makes  herself  xuider- 
stood  perfectly  by  signs,  looks,  utterances  and  actions.  She  is  the 
most  gifteil  and  talenteil  actress  before  the  public,  and  has  won 
her  laurels  by  ileser\injj;  them. 

She  is  the  coiuiectinjj;  link  in  the  interchanjze  of  knowledjje 
between  the  Inunan  faiuily  ami  brute  creation.  She  has  a  lifjht 
and  iMiderstanding  that  is  miraculous,  '["he  humaiu'tarian  will 
praise  her  i:;low  inii;l\ ,  while  ever\-  animal  that  has  the  >:;ift  of 
understamlinij:  will  hoKl  her  in  ijrateful  remembrance. 

The  follow  ing  is  a  true  autobio_>;raph\  and  history  of  Princess 
Trixie. 

Geo.  L.  Hutchin. 


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William  Harrison  Barnes 


PRINCESS  TRIXIE 


CHAPTER  1. 


Mv  First  Recollection. 


V  MY  memorj'  has  not  played  me  a  trick  and  filled 
ni)-  brain  with  weird  fancies,  my  first  recollection 
tlatcs  hack  to  April  in  1895.  I  remember  a  pleas- 
ant meadow,  a  running  brook,  a  nearby  orchard, 
a  spacious  barn  and  a  handsome  house  where  my 
master  lived.  Elverjthing  was  new  to  me  and  I 
was  often  alarmed  and  scared  by  things  that  I 
never  notice  any  more  and  pay  no  attention  to  at 
all.  Of  course  I  did  not  know  then  what  was 
harmful.  But  since  I  have  been  educated  I  know 
how  to  take  care  of  mj'self  and  how  to  guard 
against  dangers  and  pitfalls.  Like  all  young  colts  I  did  many  very 
foolish  things  at  first,  but  I  soon  learned  to  do  better.  And  the 
better  I  did  the  happier  I  was.  My  home  was  near  Humboldt, 
Iowa.  I  often  saw  cit}-  folks  pass  by  and  I  thought  that  they 
were  the  funniest  things  imaginable.     Their  dress  was  so  odd. 

My  mother's  name  was  Gypsy  Queen.  She  was  trained  by 
Prof.  W.  A.  Sigsbee,  a  noted  educator  of  animals.  No  grandee 
or  ancient  dame  was  more  proud  than  my  mother.  At  an  early 
age  she  called  me  to  her  side  and  said:  "You  are  young  and  can't 
be  expected  to  know  everything.  It  is  my  duty  tO'  tell  you.  I  have 
noticed  you  playing  with  those  Norman  colts  over  in  the  other 
pasture.  Now  take  my  advice  and  don't  waste  your  time  with 
them.  They  are  rough  and  coarse.  They  have  no  refinement 
whatever.  When  they  grow  up  they  will  be  hitched  to  a  dray 
or  made  to  pull  a  scraper  or  a  lumber  wagon.  Their  mother  goes 
out  to  plow  in  the  field  all  day.  She  has  had  no  educational  ad- 
vantages and  couldn't  have  learned  much  if  she  had  been  so  favored. 


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I  pity  her  but  I  don't  wish  to  trot  in  her  class.  You  should  have 
ambition  and  fill  some  high  place  in  life.  'Hitch  your  chariot  to 
a  star.'  If  you  grow  up  ignorant  and  coarse  you  will  not  be  fitted 
for  the  higher  walks;  and  you  will  be  put  to  dull,  stupid  work 
with  the  work-aday  draft  horse.     It's  just  the  same  with  people." 

This  set  me  to  thinking,  and  I  resolved  to  so  live  that  I  would 
be  the  best  favored  by  my  master.  When  my  mother  whinnied  to 
me  I  trotted  to  her  side  immediately  and  I  kept  aloof  from  the 
other  colts  who  had  learned  no  manners  and  were  lowly  born  and 
bred.  When  they  kicked  viciously,  and  squealed  and  bit  each 
other  I  was  shocked  beyond  measure  and  day  by  day  I  saw  the 
wisdom  of  my  mother's  remarks.  The  other  colts  were  not  so  bad, 
but  they  didn't  seem  to  "sabbie,"  as  my  young  master  Ray  used  to 
say. 

I  shall  always  remember  the  day  when  my  mother  whinnied  to 
me  and  I  went  to  her  at  the  gate  to  our  master's  house.  Just 
beyond  the  fence  stood  a  beautiful  Arabian  horse.  I  had  never  seen 
a  horse  so  handsome  and  noble  in  my  life.  They  called  him 
Boniveta.  How  my  heart  leaped  with  joy  when  I  learned  that 
he  was  my  father.  He  was  so  gentle  and  kind  that  no  one  could 
be  cruel  enough  to  mistreat  him.  There  were  a  great  many  fine- 
looking  people  there,  and  Boniveta,  to  please  those  present,  gave 
an  exhibition  of  his  learning.  I  never  saw  anything  so  wonderful. 
I   shall   always   remember   how   happy   Boniveta's  master  seemed 

when  he  gave  com- 
mands that  were 
quickly  executed.  I 
w  as  inspired  and  ex- 
alted. I  could  see 
that  Boniveta  and 
his  master  under- 
stood each  other  al- 
most perfectly.  I  saw 
liow  vastly  pleased 
the  master  was  when 
Boniveta  obeyed. 
And  that  decided  my 
life.  I  made  a  resolve 


Making  Her  Bow 


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to  get  an  education  and  be  an  equine  star  of  the  first  magnitude. 
I  am  told  that  my  father  is  still  giving  exhibitions  of  his  skill  and 
learning  on  the  Atlantic  seaboard,  and  has  been  greatly  praised 
for  his  cle\er  work.  So  you  see  I  came  from  a  race  of  actors  and 
performers.     I  have  had  advantages  that  few  horses  can  boast. 

I  felt  a  little  despondent  at  first,  as  no  one  semed  to  care  for 
mc  particularly,  and  when  I  tried  to  indicate  to  them  that  I  wanted 
them  to  teach  me  they  stroked  me  roughly  and  would  often  say, 
"Be  gone!"  But  dear,  good,  kind-hearted  mother  consoled  me  by 
saying,  "You  are  .voung  yet ;  be  of  good  cheer,  be  gentle  and  wait 
for  your  opportunity  that  comes  once  to  every  horse,  and  then 
make  the  most  of  it." 

Well,  I  thank  my  lucky  star  the  fortunate  day  came  at  last; 
my  beloved  master  and  benefactor  came.  But  for  him  I  might  be 
drawing  milk-carts  or  doing  other  menial  service  today.  ^  The 
moment  I  saw  him  I  was  strangely  impressed.  I  went  right  to 
him  and  laid  my  head  in  his  arms.  I  don't  know  what  made  me 
do  It.  He  patted  me  and  stroked  my  mane  and  I  was  supremely 
happy,  1  don't  know  how  I  was  so  strangely  drawn  to  him.  I 
had  heard  of  hypnotism  and  I  wondered  if  he  had  cast  a  spell  about 
me.  Surely  I  was  charmed  by  the  magic  of  his  eye.  I  felt  that 
there  was  to  be  a  great  change  in  my  life.  And  although  I  had 
never  seen  this  man  before  I  knew  instinctively  that  I  was  to  follow 
his  fortunes.  He  seemed  so  kind,  so  gentle  and  noble  in  my  mind 
that  I  was  deter- 
mined to  reciprocate 
his  gentleness  in  ev- 
er)- way  possible.  I 
heard  them  call  him 
Mr.  Barnes  and  I 
afterwards  learned 
that  his  full  name 
was  William  Harri- 
son Barnes.  A  funny 
idea  struck  me.  I 
thought  that  t  h  e 
name  of  Barnes 
ought  to  prove  pop- 


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Sitting  on  Master's  Lap 


ular  with  any  horse.  Well,  my  predictions  came  true  I  soon  left 
the  green  fields,  the  pastures  and  all  the  charming  and  enchanting 
spots  of  my  early  days  to  follow  my  dear  benefactor  all  over  the 
world,  as  it  seems  to  me. 

CHAPTER  II. 

My  Early  Training. 

As  I  said  before,  I  was  sure  that  I  was  born  under  a  lucky  star 
when  I  was  taken  into  my  Master's  services  and  felt  his  care.  And 
how  I  do  love  his  dear  family!  They  are  all  so  kind  to  me.  Mrs. 
Nellie  the  good  mother  of  the  little  master,  Raymond,  and  the 
Mistresses  Mvrtle  and  Lucile,  is  especially  good  to  me.  i  appre- 
ciate all  their  kindness  a  great  deal  more  than  they  probably 
imagine.  I  shall  never  cease  to  be  thankful  for  being  cast  in  their 
lot  I  have  grown  up  with  the  children  and  I  learned  a  great 
deal  from  them,  because  I  could  understand  their  meaning  better 
than  I  could  understand  some  older  people.  They  were  always 
playful,  and  I  like  to  play.  Some  of  my  best  knowledge  was 
gained  while  at  play. 

I  will  never  forget  mv  first  public  performance.  It  was  at  a 
country  fair.  I  was  led  upon  a  big  platform,  w^hich  was  new  to 
me      It  shook  a  bit  and  I  was  afraid  it  would  fall  and  break  my 

neck  and  legs  and  in- 
||Wft»  jure  my  Master.  Of 

"''^  ^  '  course  he  didn't 
know  just  what  was 
the  matter,  so  I  tried 
to  be  brave.  Then 
the  band  began  to 
play  and  I  was 
scared  more  than 
ever.  I  thought  sure 
the  platform  was 
breaking  down.  I 
trembled  terribly.  As 
I  gazed  about  me  I 


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saw  a  sea  of  faces  all  lookiiiiz  at  me.  I  can  imagine  how  a  mur- 
derer must  feel  when  he  is  about  to  be  han<j;e(l.  "What  in  the 
world  have  I  done  and  what's  the  matter  with  them?"  1  thouji;ht. 
At  last  the  band  quit  and  my  poor  Master,  heaven  forgive  me,  tried 
to  make  me  umlerstainl  that  he  wanted  me  to  do  those  things  right 
then  and  there  that  he  had  taught  me  before.  I  was  so  badly 
scared  that  I  forgot  1  was  in  the  world.  I  must  have  looked  like 
an  inspired  idiot.  My  Master's  face  changed  color  so  rapidly  that 
I  feared  he  uas  going  to  have  a  fit.  Then  I  thought  to  myself, 
"Here's  a  pretty  how-de-do."  I  realized  that  I  had  to  do  some- 
thing and  do  it  (nn'ckly.  So  without  really  knowing  what  I  was 
going  to  do  1  reared  upon  my  hinder  legs,  and  in  that  attitude 
walked  across  the  platform  to  the  band.  Before  this  the  crowd 
was  indifferent,  skeptical  and  almost  insulting  in  its  remarks.  Rut 
ni\-  coup  (le  grace  caught  them  and  they  howled  with  delight.  I 
felt  relieved.  Aly  stage  fright  was  gone,  and  my  Master  having 
pulled  himself  together  began  our  exhibition.  Every  time  I  did 
anything  pleasing  the  vast  throng  roared  with  delight  and  my 
Master  was  so  unmistakably  pleased  that  I  redoubled  my  efforts  to 
ilo  good  acting.  Oh  !  how  glad  I  was  to  hear  them  clap  their 
hands  and  shout  when  we  concluded  our  stunt  and  the  President  of 
the  Fair  leaped  to  the  platform  and  roared:  "This  horse  is  the 
Princess  of  Trickery."  From  that  incident  grew  my  name.  Prin- 
cess Trixie,  and  it  has  clung  to  me  ever  since  and  is  known  all 
over  the  world 
wherever  the  Eng- 
lish language  is 
spoken.  My  Master 
flung  his  arms  about 
my  neck  and  hugged 
me  and  I  am  not 
just  sure  I  did  not 
see  a  tear  in  his  eyes 
as  he  spoke  to  me  so 
kind  and  lovingl}-. 
Hundreds  came  up 
and  petted  me  and 
said,  "What  a  smart 


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Getting  Down  Like  a  Camel 


horse"  and  other  things  like  that.  I  tell  you  I  was  proud.  I  just 
wanted  to  give  the  exhibition  all  over  again,  right  then  and  there. 
But  that  awful  band  began  to  play  again  and  I  came  down  out 
of  the  clouds  and  began  to  look  for  an  easy  way  to  escape  to 
earth.  And  then  came  the  racing  horses.  I  spoke  to  one  of  the 
runners  in  my  own  language  as  he  was  going  back  to  score.  But 
before  he  could  answer  his  rider  jerked  him  cruelly  and  struck  him 
with  a  whip.  It  made  my  blood  boil,  but  what  could  I  do?  I 
pity  those  poor  anim.als  that  are  ridden  at  top  speed  and  cut  with 
the  whip  by  merciless  jockeys  because  the  poor  things  can't  fly. 
How  tired  those  horses  must  get? 

I  was  aroused  from  my  reverie  by  a  great  commotion  in  the 
crowd  of  spectators.  The  horse  I  had  spoken  to  was  so  angry  at 
the  cruel  blows  showered  upon  him  that  he  wanted  revenge. 
Suddenly  darting  forward  he  dropped  his  head  between  his  legs  and 
kicked  up  his  heels.  Off  went  the  rider,  who  struck  the  band- 
stand with  a  dull  thud.  They  carried  the  rider  unconscious  to  a 
shed  and  two  doctors  worked  over  him  a  long  time  before  he 
knew  what  happened.  Everybody  said  it  served  him  right.  They 
put  a  new  mount  on  the  horse  and  he  won  the  race.  The  new 
rider  was  kind  and  gentle,  and  the  horse  told  me  that  he  did  his 
best  because  the  new  jockey  was  not  cruel.  I  pity  trained  animals 
who  have  cruel  masters.  Too  often  the  trainers  are  ignorant  and 
can't  make  themselves  understood.     They  expect  dumb  brutes  to 

know  as  much  as 
people  and  to  reason 
as  well.  God  never 
intended  that  it 
should  be  so.  My 
lieart  bleeds  for  ani- 
mals who  have  cruel 
masters.  They  can't 
tell  the  world  how 
wretchedly  they  are 
•  icated  and  made  to 
-iitfer  often  for  the 
master's  ignorance. 
When  I  think  of  my 


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Master  and  then  think  of  some  masters  I  have  seen,  I  can't  refrain 
from  felicitating  m\sclt  upon  the  wise  choice  I  made  when  I  se- 
lected him  for  master — for  really  I  did  select  him. 


CHAPTER  III. 


Learning  to  Speak. 


As  my  education  progressed  day  by  day  other  horses  were  sur- 
prised. They  deemed  me  precocious,  far  beyond  my  years.  And 
when  they  saw  thousands  of  people  eagerly  collect  about  me  and 
admire  my  work  they  too  were  anxious  to  gain  my  knowledge  and 
popularity.  A  few  of  them  have  become  fairly  well  trained  and 
some  of  them  know  more  than  their  trainers.  I  am  learning  all 
the  time.  I  hope  some  day  to  know  everything  my  Master  wants 
me  to  do.  You  must  have  a  wise  teacher  if  you  would  learn  eveiy- 
thing.  I  felt  now  that  I  had  a  mission  in  the  world  to  perform.  I 
knew  that  in  some  way  I  was  to  be  the  emancipator  of  the  animal 
kingdom — what  Abraham  Lincoln  and  "Uncle  Tom's  Cabin"  were 
to  the  colored  race.  I  became  more  and  more  anxious  to  learn 
with  the  grand  hope  of  helping  my  suffering  kind. 

My  Master  saw  how  anxious  I  was  to  learn  and  he  took  great 
interest  in  me.  My  first  lesson  was  easy.  He  held  a  piece  of 
candy  in  his  hand  and  offered  it  to  me,  nodding  his  head  several 
times.  Then  he  asked 
me  if  I  w^anted  the 
candy.  Most  certain- 
ly I  did.  But  he 
would  not  give  it  to 
me  until  I  nodded 
my  head,  which  he 
said  meant  "yes."  I 
liked  the  candy  so 
well  that  I  kept 
bowing  and  nodding 
all  the  time,  and  I 
ate  so  much  candy 
that     I    was   alm(jst 


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My  School  Work 


sick.  1  was  pleased  with  my  lesson,  however.  Then  my  Master 
offered  me  a  bunch  of  thistles  and  they  stung  my  nostrils  and  I 
shook  my  head  just  as  my  Master  did.  My  Master  patted  me 
and  said,  "That's  ripjht;  shake  your  head  when  j'ou  want  to  say 
'No.'  "  I  was  making  progress  and  I  was  happy.  Then  Master 
pointed  out  objects  and  pronounced  their  names  and  showed  me 
pictures  and  repeated  their  names,  oh,  ever-so-many  times  a  day. 
I  often  wonder  at  the  patience  my  Master  had  with  me.  But  he 
was  good  and  kind  and  I  slowly  learned  a  great  deal.  I  tried 
to  pronounce  my  Master's  words  as  he  said  them,  but  I  couldn't. 
A  horse  learns  and  remembers  best  by  kind  treatment. 

When  I  couldn't  understand  a  thing  I  always  shook  my  head. 
Master  then  would  show  me  an  object  or  explain  his  meaning 
clearly  in  some  way.  Although  I  was  studious  I  did  not  know  as 
much  as  I  wanted  to  know  the  first  and  second  year.  My  Master 
was  practical  and  took  lots  of  pains  to  teach  me.  You  know  a 
horse  satisfiies  his  curiosity  a  great  deal  by  smelling.  If  a  horse 
is  allowed  to  smell  out  an  object  and  it  doesn't  hurt  him  he  will 
never  be  afraid  of  that  thing  again,  unless  it  changes  its  form, 
its  noises,  or  does  some  new  stunt. 

I  shall  never  forget  the  first  automobile  I  met.  Scared  ?  Well, 
I  felt  as  though  I  could  jump  over  the  moon  just  as  easily  as  I 
wink  an  eye.  I  trembled  like  a  leaf  and  my  nerves  were  at  a 
tension  that  was  terrible.     I  thought  it  was  the  Devil  I  had  heard 

Master  speak  about. 
Master  didn't  seem 
afraid  and  I  won- 
dered at  that.  He 
said  to  me  quietly. 
"Don't  be  afraid, 
Trixie,  it  won't  hurt 
you."  I  was  mighty 
glad  to  hear  him  say 
this,  but  I  still  had 
ni}^  doubts  and  was 
trembling  violently. 
I  had  confidence  in 
my     Master,     and 


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when  he  said:  "Come,  Trixic,  ami  put  your  front  feet  into  this 
machine,"  1  ahnost  fell  dead.  I  tlK)ufz;ht  that  he  must  have  lost  his 
mind  or  that  I  didn't  understand.  But  I  fjrew  bolder  and  smelled 
of  the  "horseless  carriage"  all  over  and  finally  put  my  feet  into 
the  bed  of  the  machine  and  wasn't  afraid.  Of  course  now  when 
I  have  knowledj^e  I  don't  care  at  all  for  automobiles. 

If  m\-  Master  had  whipped  me  and  jerked  me  as  some  cruel 
and  foolish  men  jerk  and  whip  their  horses  I  would  have  been 
scared  to  death.  I  hope  the  day  will  come  when  all  masters  will 
learn  how  nervous  horses  are  natvirally  and  u  ill  not  be  so  brutally 
ignorant  of  the  horse's  wants  and  needs. 


CHAPTER  IV. 


My  Kindergarten  Work. 


My  kindergarten  work  was  the  important  foundation  of  my 
education.  I  grew  up  as  a  member  of  my  Master's  household.  I 
played  with  the  children  and  they  seemed  to  love  me  as  much  as  I 
loved  them.  And  I  learned  many  of  the  things  they  learned. 
Young  Master  Ray  used  to  play  innocent  little  tricks  on  me  just 
for  fun.  I  did  not  understand  him  then  and  my  heart  often  was 
wounded  because  I  thought  I  had  done  some  wrong.  But  when 
he  would  laugh  and  throw  his  arms  around  ni}'  neck  and  hug  me 
I  knew  that  it  was 
all  right  and  I  was 
happy  again.  When 
I  would  play  with 
the  children  in  the 
orchard  they  would 
hold  up  an  apple  and 
pronounce  the  name 
and  I  soon  knew 
what  apple  was  and 
I  told  them  so  in  my 
sign  language,  which 
I  have  learned  is 
universal.  And 


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^hanks  to  this  avenue  I   am  able  to  understand  and  to  express 
many  thoughts.    The  sign  language  is  of  great  value  to  me. 

When  I  had  learned  many  words  I  w^as  told  that  every  one 
was  represented  by  certain  signs  called  letters  of  the  alphabet. 
This  puzzled  me.  Misses  Myrtle  and  Lucile  were  given  some 
blocks  for  Christmas  and  these  blocks  had  letters  on  them.  They 
put  three  of  the  letters  together  and  it  spelled  "BOY."  They 
pronounced  the  name  again  and  again.  Then  they  changed  it 
and  put  three  letters  together  which  they  called  "RAY"  and 
pointed  to  my  young  Master  as  they  pronounced  R — ^A — ^Y — 
"RAY."  Then  I  knew  by  signs  that  my  Master's  name  was 
Ray  and  that  he  was  a  boy.  I  was  progressing  and  therefore  very 
happy. 

They  placed  the  alphabet  in  a  regular  order  and  pointed  to 
each  letter  as  they  pronounced  the  name.  I  soon  learned  to  pick 
out  the  letters  by  sound  and  location.  And  now  I  can  spell  almost 
any  word  that  does  not  have  too  many  letters  in  it,  I  know 
many  words.  I  know  how  to  spell  them  and  know  their  mean- 
ing. 

I  am  like  all  other  horses  about  music.  I  am  affected  by  music. 
A  dirge  makes  me  weep,  but  when  Mistress  Myrtle,  or  the  band, 
plays  a  march  I  just  feel  as  though  I  could  fly  and  I  step  in  rhythm 
with  the  joyous  sounds.  I  can  distinguish  the  musical  notes  and 
could  play  if  I  had  hands  to  touch  the  chords  and  keys.     I  love 

good  music.  And 
don't  you  think  for 
one  moment  that  a 
horse  can't  tell  a  bad 
band  from  a  good 
one.  If  you  only 
knew  how  bad  music 
affects  a  horse  you 
Mould  not  be  sur- 
prised at  his  running 
;i\vay  and  kicking 
(■\erything  to  pieces 
and  jumping  into 
the  river. 


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CHAPTER  V. 


l\Iy  illusic  Lessons. 


Animals  are  affected  more  by  music  than  by  any  other  agency. 
The  dirge  is  a  sad  and  solemn  thing  to  a  horse.  Funerals  are 
alwajs  associated  with  them,  in  the  mind  of  the  horse.  And  when 
the  band  plays  lively  circus  music  I  always  feel  like  dancing.  Some 
times  this  happy  spirit  is  mistaken  for  fractiousness  and  skittish- 
ness,  because  some  poor  colts  who  have  never  seen  the  world, 
especially  on  St.  Patrick's  Day  and  the  Fourth  of  July,  become 
alarmed  and  act  up  foolish  like.  I  am  very  fond  of  music  and  can 
play  some.  I  am  making  progress  and  may  in  time  become  an 
expert  on  certain  instruments.  When  my  Mistress  Myrtle  saw 
how  fond  I  was  of  music  she  began  to  play  everything  she  could 
think  of  to  please  me.  Oh,  how  I  did  enjoy  the  sweet  strains 
from  her  piano.  I  never  imagined  that  such  pretty  sounds  could 
be  made.  When  my  Master  saw  how  fond  I  was  of  music  he 
bought  me  a  set  of  alluminum  chimes.  When  I  had  smelled  them 
out  to  find  no  danger  in  them.  Master  rubbed  my  nose  against 
the  side  of  each  chime  in  the  chromatic  scale  and  the  sounds  were 
so  pleasing  that  I  wanted  to  hear  them  all  the  time.  Every  time 
I  struck  a  chime  Mistress  Myrtle  struck  the  same  note  on  her 
piano  and  they  pro- 
nounced the  name  of 
the  note.  I  became 
an  adept  at  match- 
ing tones  and  can 
now  duplicate  the 
notes  on  my  chimes, 
after  hearing  the 
piano,  better  than 
Master  can.  After  a 
great  deal  of  pa- 
tience and  hard  prac- 
tice I  could  play  any 
simple  tune.    I  sur- 


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prised  my  Master  a  great  deal.  But  I  tell  j'ou,  a  horse  has  a 
musical  ear  and  can  distinguish  sounds  and  noises  better  than  people 
can.  When  I  got  so  I  could  play  real  well  and  I  saw  how  pleased 
my  Master  was,  I  felt  happy  as  a  Cherub  sitting  on  a  cloud  and 
tickling  Angels'  toes. 

CHAPTER  VI. 


fVorki/ig  the  Cash  Register. 

When  I  had  learned  to  play  the  chimes  I  had  an  ambition  to 
do  something  more  difficult.  Master  brought  home  a  National 
Cash  Register  one  day  and  set  it  down  near  me.  I  thought  it 
the  most  curious  looking  thing  I  had  ever  seen.  I  didn't  have 
much  idea  of  its  usefulness  until  I  visited  a  big  country  fair  and 
saw  different  people  operating  cash  registers  and  making  change 
for  purchasers.  I  heard  Master  say:  "I  venture  Trixie  can  work 
a  cash  register  as  well  as  anybody."  When  I  knew  that  he  wanted 
me  to  learn  to  make  change  from  the  cash  register  till,  I  was 
skeptical  of  my  ability  to  succeed.  Master  called  me  to  him  and 
pointed  to  the  register.  Then  he  touched  a  key  which  rang  a 
bell  and  threw  out  the  money  drawer.  In  this  drawer  were  bon- 
bons. The  drawer  was  closed  and  Master  pressed  my  nose 
against  the  key  and  the  drawer  flew  open  as  the  bell  rang.     I  found 

more  bonbons.  Mas- 
ter told  me  that  he 
would  give  me  candy 
as  often  as  I  could 
open  the  cash  regis- 
ter. No  bell-ringer 
ever  worked  harder. 
y\nd  then  he  dropped 
coins  into  the  boxes 
in  the  drawer.  He 
held  \ip  these  coins 
and  pron  o  u  n  c  e  d 
their  names  and  told 
me    how     to    make 


ManiiHilaling  National   Cash  Register 


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change,  and  never  "short  change,"  as  some  people  do.  I  was  a 
long  time  learning  this,  but  Master  was  so  patient  and  kind  tiiat 
I  tried  doubly  hard  to  learn,  and  succeeded.  Master  tells  nie 
that  he  has  been  presented  with  a  brand  new  National  Cash  Reg- 
ister built  specially  for  me,  and  that  it  is  valued  at  $400. 

I  knew  all  the  figures  and  numbers  pretty  w'cU  before  I  under- 
took to  make  change  on  the  register,  but  even  then  I  had  difficulty 
in  ringing  up  the  sale  correctly  and  in  getting  the  right  money  in 
change.  But  now  I  am  all  right  on  change  and  the  National 
Cash  Register  can't  be  beat.  I  can  see  how  it  would  prevent  mis- 
takes, how  it  would  detect  theft  and  keep  accounts  straight.  It's 
a  wonder.  I  learned  the  figures  and  numbers  more  slowly  than 
I  did  the  alphabet.  Master  would  hold  up  an  object  like  a  carrot 
and  say  "one."  Then  he  would  hold  up  one  in  each  hand  and  say 
"two"  and  show  me  the  printed  number  each  time.  And  that's 
the  way  I  learned  from  one  up  to  ten  and  over. 

I  am  like  people,  however ;  I  would  have  considerable  trouble 
in  keeping  my  accounts  straight  and  the  change  right  if  it  wasn't 
for  the  National  Cash  Register.     It's  perfection. 


CHAPTER  VII. 


Talk  With  Ned  and  Ted. 


I  have  lots  of  fun 
with  my  two  stable 
companions,  N  e  d 
and  Ted.  Ned  is  a 
very  wise  horse.  He 
is  grey  like  myself, 
but  not  from  age. 
Ted  is  also  grey,  but 
he's  a  dog  and  I  have 
to  talk  to  him 
through  signs  which 
he  understands  by 
instinct.  A  dumb 
brute    can't     reason 


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Dog   Ted    Does    His   Stunt. 


like  a  man,  but  knows  things  by  instinct.  Ned  and  I  often  get  to 
talking  over  the  past.  We  are  both  very  happy  because  we  have 
such  a  kind  Master,  and  such  a  good  home.  When  a  stormy  day 
comes  (and  such  weather  is  bound  to  be),  we  are  comfortably 
housed  and  blanketed.  One  day  Ned  said  to  me:  "What  would 
you  do  in  case  fire  broke  out  in  our  quarters?"  I  told  him  that 
I  would  "break  out"  too.  "But,"  said  Ned,  "suppose  you  were 
tied  and  the  door  was  barred  and  locked."  "Well,"  I  replied, 
"our  Master  is  more  considerate;  he  never  ties  us  and  never  locks 
the  door  nor  bars  it  unless  a  groom  is  on  guard  with  us."  I  saw  a 
big  fire  once  in  the  East  where  I  was  giving  an  exhibition  of  my  edu- 
cational powers,  and  thousands  of  curious  people  came  to  see  me 
and  were  astounded  at  my  knowledge.  A  livery  stable  burned 
down.  In  this  stable  were  many  horses  who  in  their  day  had  been 
considered  noble  steeds  and  magnificent  chargers.  As  their  use- 
fulness waned  the  poor  steeds  were  taken  from  the  family  carriage 
and  sold  to  the  livery  man  for  hire.  That's  the  way  of  our  race. 
We  are  shunted  and  sent  to  the  scrap  pile  when  we  are  no  longer 
young  and  spry.  One  day  when  Ned  and  I  were  down  town  we 
saw  a  horse  running  away.  He  was  hitched  to  a  delivery  wagon 
and  scattered  everything'  before  him,  and  after  him  too.  We  were 
going  in  his  direction  and  Master  allowed  us  to  canter  along  pretty 
lively.  As  we  came  to  a  bend  in  the  road  we  saw  a  great  crowd 
hurrying  to  the  delivery  horse,  who  had  been  badly  hurt  by  an 

accidental  fall. 
When  we  got  in 
speaking  distance  we 
asked  the  wounded 
horse  all  about  his 
rash  act.  "Oh,  I  am 
in  such  pain,"  said 
he,  "that  I  don't  care 
what  becomes  of  me 
now."  "Why  did 
you  run  away?" 
asked  Ned.  "Oh,  be- 
cause I  was  abused," 
he  retorted.     "They 


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put  high  clieclc  reins  on  me  and  bh'nkers  over  my  eyes 
and  they  beat  me  for  ahnost  nothing  and  jerked  my  poor  mouth 
until  it  is  sore  and  bleeding.  I  get  no  rest  on  Sunday,  for 
they  drive  me  into  the  countiy  and  half  starve  me  and  expect 
me  to  be  good-natured.  They  seldom  water  me  when  I  want  a 
drink  and  when  they  whipped  me  today  for  nothing  I  got  so  ter- 
ribly mad  that  I  kicked  over  the  traces  and  smashed  things.  I 
saw  them  shoot  a  real  fine  thorouglibred  horse  who  fell  in  the  hunt 
the  other  day  and  broke  his  leg.  My  leg  is  broken  and  I  can  see 
what  kind  of  a  finish  I  am  going  to  make.  I  wish  I  had  remem- 
bered what  my  poor  old  mother  told  me,  never  to  run  away.  But 
there  are  some  things  no  horse  can  stand." 

CHAPTER  VIII. 

Impressions  of  King  Rex  and  Cuba. 


When  my  education  was  pretty  well  completed  my  Master 
was  anxious  to  have  me  show  the  world  what  I  knew  and  could 
do,  the  same  as  people.  And  everywhere  I  went  thousands  of  the 
very  finest  people  crowded  around  to  see  me  and  to  express  sur- 
prise. I  didn't  care  so  much  for  their  praise  and  wonderment,  but 
I  wanted  to  please  Master,  who  put  a  ticket  seller  at  the  front 
door  and  made  everybody  pay  that  came  to  see  me  perform.  More 
people  came  to  see 
my  acting  than  any 
other  attraction  on 
the  World's  Fair 
grounds  where  we 
visited.  I  felt  very 
sorry  for  some  of  the 
show  managers  be- 
cause nearly  every- 
body came  to  me, 
while  nobody  scarce- 
ly went  to  see  their 
exhibitions.  For  sev- 
eral   years     I     have 


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My  Home  at  Lewis  ami  Clark  Expositidn 


been  traveling  from  ocean  to  ocean,  trying  to  do  humane  work. 
I  belong  to  the  Humane  Societies  of  New  York,  Boston  and  other 
prominent  cities.     I  believe  that  I  have  accomplished  much  good. 

My  Master  has  with  him  two  elk.  He  calls  them  Cuba  and 
King  Rex.  They  have  big  bushy  antlers  and  look  awfully  queer 
to  me.  They  are  not  sociable  and  kind  like  Ned  and  Ted.  One 
day  when  I  went  up  to  King  Rex  to  say  something  in  our  univer- 
sal sign  language  he  struck  me  a  staggering  blow  in  the  face  with 
his  horns.  Gee !  but  I  was  mad.  No  one  was  near.  Master  was 
out  of  sight.  I  was  so  indignant  and  furious  that  I  wheeled  around 
and  let  both  heels  fly.  I  caught  his  royal  highness  in  the  short 
ribs  and  stomach.  It  sounded  like  a  bass  drum.  He  doubled  up 
like  Ostler  Joe's  jackknife  and  let  a  groan  out  of  him  that  you 
could  hear  ten  blocks.  He  began  to  squirm  and  work  his  antlers 
suspiciously  and  I  mosied  away  into  my  own  favorite  stall.  Master 
came  in  and  saw  King  Rex  all  doubled  up  with  pain.  "Goodness," 
said  he,  "that  elk's  sick."  And  then  he  gave  him  a  big  dose  of 
nasty  colic  medicine.  I  kind  o'  laughed  to  myself  but  said  nothing. 
But  when  he  saw  the  bruise  and  gash  on  my  forehead  he  asked 
what  the  matter  was.  I  pointed  over  to  Rex,  and  he  said,  "Been 
mixing  it  with  that  elk,  eh?"  He  laughed  and  said,  "Well,  you 
actors  and  performers  are  just  like  all  other  show  people." 

I  think  Cuba  has  a  little  better  disposition  than  King  Rex,  but 
his  antlers  are  just  as  long  and  as  hard  and  as  dangerous.     But  I 

don't  feel  unkind  to 
these  poor  animals, 
for  they  don't  know 
a  great  deal.  They 
can't  understand  as 
I  do.  They  obey 
Master  willingly 
and  they  dive  into  a 
delicious  bath  many 
times  a  day  to  please 
him.  If  they  only 
had  "horse  sense" 
and  would  do  as 
they  might  do  Mas- 


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tcr  Nvovikl  push  thcni   forxvard  to  the  xvorUl  just  as  he  docs  me. 
Hut  then,  they  must  live  accordiii^^  to  their  understanding. 

CHAPTER     IX. 


My  Message  to  the  World. 

The  great  mistake  animals  often  make  is  in  not  heeding  their 
master,  particularly  when  the  master  is  good  and  kind  1  like  to 
tease  and  torment  mv  Master  just  the  same  as  children  like  to  tease 
their  parents,  but  1  always  make  up  for  it  by  showing  my  Master 
hou-  much  I  love  him.  blaster  has  great  confidence  in  me,  and  i 
am  doubly  cautious  not  to  do  anything  to  lose  his  conhdence. 

One  day  when  he  had  hitched  me  to  his  carriage  he  said: 
"Trixie  I  don't  think  it's  necessary  to  hamper  you  with  lines  to 
guide  you.  You  know  left  from  right  and  right  from  wrong.  _  i 
^^■\\\  drive  you  by  the  motion  of  my  hand  just  as  I  would  point 
the  way  to  a  stranger  inquiring  for  direction.  1  nodded  All 
rieht  "  We  soon  understood  each  other  and  I  went  fast,  slow,  to 
right' or  left  and  stood  still  when  he  said  "Whoa!"  Master  was 
proud  of  me  and  I  was  pleased,  oh!  so  pleased.  And  when  the 
bands  were  playing  and  Master  wanted  to  show  me  off  1  stepped 
hi-h  and  marked  time  and  did  almost  everything  graceful  except 
the  skirt  dance.     No  high-bred  Arabian  ever  xvalked  more  majestic 

than    I.     Everybody 

was  watching  when 

I  moved.    I  was  the 

cynosure  of  all  eyes. 
Master  taught  me 

to  rear  up  and  walk 

on  my  hind  feet,  to 

sit  in  a  chair,  to  do 

contortion   stunts, — 

such  as   placing  my 

front    leg   over    my 

head,  to  stand  upon 

my   head,     to    walk 

lame  and  to  imitate 


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Driven   Wiliiout  Lines 


a  drunken  man's  unsteady,  zig-zag  gait.  And  by  the  way,  I  am  a 
teetotlar.  I  don't  like  any  kind  of  liquor  and  when  I  see  how  silly 
and  cruel  some  very  good  people  are  when  drinking  I  thank  my 
lucky  stars  that  I  never  touched  strong  drink.  In  fact  I  hate 
strong  drink  because  it  has  made  cruel,  brute  masters  cause  more 
animals  to  suffer  than  I  could  tell  you. 

I  was  taught  to  do  many  clever  things,  and  I  went  through  the 
streets  of  nearly  every  European  capital  drawing  my  Master  and  1 
was  free  of  rein  or  bridle.  It  astonished  the  people  and  they  came 
by  thousands  to  see  me  at  the  theatre  and  filled  every  seat  and 
others  stood  up  and  filled  all  the  vacant  space.  I  couldn't  under- 
stand why  so  many  very  royal  people  were  so  wildly  enthusiastic 
about  me  and  paid  so  raluch  money  to  see  me.  But  Master  was 
tickled  almost  to  death  and  I  was  glad  because  he  seemed  so 
pleased  about  it.  In  this  connection  I  wish  to  show  you  a  photo- 
graph of  one  crowd  that  came  to  pay  their  respects  to  me.  All 
the  other  pictures  are  very  similar  and  merely  repetitions  of  my 
victorious  conquest  of  Europe.  I  shall  never  forget  my  first  intro- 
duction to  Sara  Bernhardt.  They  told  me  she  was  a  great  actress 
and  that  I  was  to  give  a  special  performance  for  her  benefit. 
There  were  many  prominent  Parisian  journalists  and  theatrical 
managers  present.  I  was  a  little  nervous,  but  I  did  my  best.  I 
knew  by  the  applause  that  I  was  making  a  "hit,"  or  "bringing  down 
the  house,"  as  my  Master  says.     As  I  was  bowing  in  conclusion 

the  "Divine  Sara" 
came  to  me  quickly, 
threw  her  arms 
around  my  neck,  and 
said  in  French, 
which  was  interpret- 
ed for  me  later, 
"Trixie,  you  have 
divine  genius.  If  all 
my  support  had  pro- 
portionate ability  I 
could  sway  the 
world." 


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CHAPTER  X. 


My  Shattered  Ideal. 


I  never  studied  medicine,  as  some  have  imagined,  but  I  know 
pretty  well  what's  good  for  a  horse  when  he's  sick.  The  best  thing 
is  not  to  do  anything  to  make  you  sick.  An  ounce  of  prevention 
is  better  than  a  ton  of  "drenching."  Master  saw  me  have  the  colic 
one  day.  Oh,  but  I  was  all  pained  up  like  a  jack-knife.  The  next 
day  Master  said:  "Trixie,  show  me  how  colic  makes  you  feel," 
When  I  did  so  he  laughed.  I  couldn't  see  anything  funny  about 
it,  but  it  seemed  to  amuse  him  so  I  did  it  every  time  he  asked  me 
to  do  so.  I  imitated  the  different  stages  of  colic,  showing  the  final 
excruciating  paroxysms.  I  groaned  and  pointed  my  nose  to  the 
place  it  hurt  worst,  I  switched  my  tail  between  my  legs  and  ex- 
pressed my  feelings  by  actions  that  are  plainer  than  words, 

I  want  to  go  back  and  tell  you  about  one  of  my  early  day 
dreams.  Master  brought  home  a  bobby-horse  one  Christmas,  The 
children  all  loved  it  and  rode  it  and  poor  Trixie  was  almost  for- 
gotten, I  was  jealous  and  mad.  If  I  had  been  left  alone  with 
that  painted  thing  I  would  have  kicked  its  doll  face  off  of  its  shoul- 
ders. I  said  to  myself,  "I  wish  I  was  a  bobby-horse."  Because  they 
all  seemed  to  love  it  so,  I  began  to  pose  like  the  bobby-horse,  I 
tried  to  look  and  act 
like  the  bobby- 
horse.  But  no  one 
seemed  to  care  for 
me  and  I  went  away 
to  my  quarters  very 
much  crestfallen  and 
almost  heart-broken. 
But  all  things  come 
to  him  that  waits.  I 
had  my  revenge  and 
satisfaction.  I  stayed 
away  from  Master's 
family     for     nearly 


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Trixie  as  a  Hobby  Horse 


two  weeks.  Finally  I  got  lonesome  and  homesick  and  without 
thinking  wandered  towards  Master's  house.  I  stuck  my  head  into 
the  woodshed.  I  was  surprised  and  amazed.  There  was  Mr. 
Hobby-horse  a  physicial  wreck.  He  couldn't  be  a  mental  wreck  for 
he  never  did  have  any  brains.  His  legs  were  broken.  He  was 
scratched  and  torn  and  the  sawdust  and  straw  stuck  out  from  a 
hundred  wounds.  The  chickens  had  roosted  on  his  back  and  as  I 
went  in  to  kick  him  to  pieces  I  said  to  myself:  "Trixie,  never 
strike  an  animal  when  he's  down."  Excuse  me,  I  never  want  to 
be  a  hobb)'-horse.  I  now  rushed  over  to  Master's  house  and  the 
children  were  wild  with  delight  when  they  saw  me  again.  I  was 
so  happy.  And  I  just  thought  how  foolish  I  had  been  to  pout 
and  sulk  over  an  old  hobby-horse  that  has  no  sense  and  can't  do 
anything  but  stand  still  and  look  like  a  real  horse  that  does  stunts 
and  goes  to  kindergarten  school  and  learns  Delsarte  and  physical 
culture  and  becomes  graceful  and  handsome  and  useful  and  noble 
and  grand,  and  entertains  the  people.  Hobby-horse?  bah!  Not  for 
Princess  Trixie. 

CHAPTER  XL 

Difference  in  Animal  Nature. 


There  seems  to  me  to  be  just  as  miuch  difference  in  animals  as 

there  is  in  people.  In 
my  colt  days  I  re- 
member how  Master 
brought  two  spotted 
little  fawns  home 
with  him.  He  said 
that  when  they  grew 
big  and  strong  they 
would  be  elk.  Since 
then  I  have  heard 
men  called  elk  and  I 
wondered  why.  They 
were  big  and  stately 
and    fine,    but    they 


Hobby  Horse  all  out  of  Joint. 


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did  not  walk  like  real  elk.  Master  pvit  the  fawns  into  a  stall  and 
asked  me  to  help  teach  them.  Our  animal  sign  languajjje  came  in 
use  nicely.  Oh,  how  timid  they  were!  They  were  not  used  to 
seein}];  people.  1  had  an  awful  tinve  to  make  thcin  understand  that 
they  would  not  he  hurt  anil  that  they  would  have  a  good  home  if 
they  were  good.  But  their  wild  nature  made  them  doubtful.  They 
were  very  fond  of  water.  Master  arranged  a  long  chute  and 
through  no  other  way  could  they  get  into  the  bath.  Every  day  the 
chute  was  raised  a  little  higher  and  every  day  they  plunged  head- 
long into  the  water  with  greatest  delight.  "Illxcuse  me,"  I  thought ; 
"they  can  have  all  that  fun  they  want."  I  could  not  imderstand 
about  their  high  dive  until  Master  showed  how  proud  he  was  of 
their  skill  and  daring  as  we  traveled  over  the  world  to  delight 
the  royalty  of  every  nation  of  promience.  The  elk  told  me  that 
their  diving  was  the  greatest  sport  imaginable.  When  the  elk 
were  two  years  old  I  was  astonished  to  see  shrubbery  grow  on  top 
of  their  heads,  near  their  ears.  I  was  alarmed.  I  supposed  that 
baby  trees  were  growing  into  their  heads  and  that  in  time  the  roots 
of  the  trees  would  kill  the  elk.  I  was  terribly  worried  until 
JVIaster  told  me  that  the  growth  was  antlers,  used  by  elk  for  defense 
and  offense,  and  that  it  was  a  natural  part  of  the  elk.  But  when  he 
told  me  that  these  horns  or  antlers  fell  off  every  year  and  new 
ones  grew  in  their  place,  I  asked  him  why.  And  do  you  know,  he 
has  never  told  me  why,  not  even  to  this  day.  Master  is  a  very 
busy  man,  as  he  has 
thousands  to  talk  to 
every  day  and  he 
may  have  forgotten 
my  question.  I  asked 
King  Rex  and  Cuba, 
for  they  are  the  elk  I 
am  talking  about,  if 
they  knew  why  their 
antlers  grew  on  new 
ever}'  year,  and  they 
said  they  guessed  it 
was  "the  nature  of 
the  beast." 


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plks  Diving 


CHAPTER  XII. 


My   Travels  Abroad. 


I  am  not  exactly  a  globe  trotter,  but  Master  has  given  me  a 
foreign  education  and  taken  me  abroad  considerably.  I  shall 
never  forget  my  debut  at  the  Crystal  Palace,  London,  and  the 
pretty  compliments  given  me  by  the  tremendous  crowds  that  came 
to  see  me  and  vuondered  at  my  exhibition  of  human  knowledge. 
Master  was  pleased  and  I  was  proud  to  be  able  to  delight  so  many 
thousands.  We  went  to  the  Jardin  des  Plantes  in  Berlin  and  re- 
peated our  successes  there.  It  was  the  same  everywhere.  Men 
patted  me  and  stroked  my  mane  and  said  pretty  things,  and  the 
women  hugged  me  and  kissed  me  and  acted  a  little  more  excited 
than  I  liked.  I  looked  at  Master  and  he  looked  at  me,  but  didn't 
say  anything.  He  seemed  to  be  amused.  I  just  wondered  if  he 
wouldn't  have  been  glad  to  change  places  with  me. 

In  all  my  travels  I  was  never  greatly  alarmled  and  frightened 
but  once.  It  was  at  Chicago,  when  Master  took  me  to  Hyde 
&  Beman's  Theatre.  We  had  a  date  there.  It  was  the  old 
Iroquois  Theatre,  that  burned  with  such  appalling  loss  of  human 
life.  Oh,  but  I  was  nervous.  Master  couldn't  help  noticing  my 
agitation.  He  looked  worried  too.  But  when  I  got  my  cue  to  go 
on  I  pulled  myself  together  and  made  a  dash  for  the  footlights. 
I  stood  on  my  hind  feet  and  bowed  and  courtesied  until  the  whole 
audience  applauded  like  thunder.  And  then  Trixie  was  herself 
again.  If  I  could  have  talked  I  would  have  told  Master  that  I  was 
an  actress  born  and  would  not  lower  the  dignity  of  the  profession. 
When  I  concluded  my  act  I  was  surprised  to  see  so  many  grand 
people  come  behind  the  scenes  to  look  at  me.  I  guess  they  imagined 
I  was  a  hobby-horse,  worked  by  some  strange  mechanism.  Well, 
I  imagine  they  know  better  now. 

They  all  thought  it  strange  that  I  could  designate  colors.  That's 
easy  as  kicking  a  hole  in  the  sky.  Say,  I  want  to  tell  you  something 
before  I  forget  it.  You  know  I  tell  the  number  of  people  in  a  row 
of  seats,  the  most  beautiful  woman  there,  the  color  of  her  dress,  hat, 
etc.   And  then  Master  asks  how  many  of  the  men  are  good-looking 


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and  I  pick  up  the  card  marked  "o"  or  naught.  Well,  Master  told 
me  to  do  that  just  to  make  the  people  laugh.  I  don't  see  anything 
funny  about  it.  But  then  I'm  only  a  horse  and  I  can't  understand 
everything  that's  humorous  and  funny.  But  just  as  sure  as  I  am  a 
hidy  I  have  seen  thousands  of  men  that  I  admired  and  thought  were 
fine-looking  gentlemen  whom  I  said  were  "not  good-looking"  just 
because  it  \vas  all  in  the  play. 

CHAPTER  XIII. 

.//;  IiidlspHtahle  Uitness. 

My  Dear  Reader, — As  a  fitting  finale  to  this  pleasing  brochure 
I  wish  to  write  that  I  have  read  carefully  every  word  Princess 
Trixie  has  said  through  the  happy  interpretation  of  Mr.  Geo.  L. 
Hutchin,  who  is  sponsor  for  this  most  interesting  w-ork,  and  I  wish 
to  add  that  I  believe  every  word  is  given  just  as  Princess  Trixie 
tells  me  many  times  a  day.  I  know  her  better,  perhaps,  than  any 
living  soul,  and  am  able  to  speak  wath  authority  of  her  merits. 
Beyond  cavil  Princess  Trixie  possesses  a  knowledge  that  is  almost 
human.  Her  understanding  is  beyond  comprehension,  as  no  other 
subject  of  the  animal  kingdom  can  perform  her  wondrous  problems. 
She  does  her  work  unaided  and  she  executes  it  thoroughly.  Her 
talent  and  genius  are  marvels  of  art  in  equine  culture.  Her  style 
of  work  is  far  different  from  that  of  the  so-called  "trained"  horses. 
She  acts  by  her  own  will  and  understanding. 

Princess  Trixie  has  done  more  for  the  cause  of  humane  treat- 
ment of  animals  than  any  man  or  animal  in  the  world  has  done. 
She  is  an  honorary'  member  of  every  Humane  Society  in  Europe 
and  America.  She  dearly  loves  little  children  and  is  ver}'  fond  of 
wom/en.  Bej'ond  peradventure  Princess  Trixie  possesses  a  knowl- 
edge that  surpasses  all  other  animals.  She  is  endowed  with  gifts 
that  are  intended  for  the  betterment  of  all  animals.  Her  acts  and 
deeds  show  us  the  dumb  brute's  power  of  understanding  and  we 
are  able  to  realize  that  the  human  family  has  greatly  misjudged, 
misunderstood  and  mistreated  that  noble  animal,  man's  best  friend, 
the  horse. 

W.  H.  Barnes. 


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%l  Paul  Society  for  tM  Prevention  of  grueltv 

Incorporated  Under  the  Caw$  of  the  State,  march,  1870 

ST.  PAUL,  Minn.,  April  8,  1905. 
MR.  W.  H.  BARNES. 

Dear  Sir — At  the  meeting  of  tlie  above  Society,  held  on  Saturday, 
April   1st,   the   following  resolution   was    passed: 

Resolved,  That  because  of  the  valuable  lesson  taught  and  the  gooB 
results  accomplished  by  the  remarkably  educated  horse.  Princess  Trixie, 
during  her  two  weeks'  exhibition  under  the  auspices  of  this  Society',  we, 
the  St.  Paul  Society  for  the  Prevention  of  Crue'lty,  do  declare  her  an 
Honorary  Member  of  the  same  and  vote  her  a  gold  medal  properly 
inscribed  as  a  further  token  of  our  appreciation  of  her  wonderful  accomp- 
lishments. 

We  wish  further  to  express  our  approval  of  the  methods  used  by 
Mr.  Barnes  in  training  and  exhibiting  Princess  Trixie,  especially  com- 
mending the  manifest  affection  existing  between  them,  evidently  a  result 
of  the  kindness  and  patience  used   in  her   training. 

Alice   S.    Millard, 

Secretary. 


HIGHEST    TRIBUTE    FROM    PROMINENT    THEATRICAL    OWNER 


Pacific  Coast  Hmusement  Co. 

Seattle,  Wash.,   May   i,   1905. 
Princess   Trixie    proved    by    far   the    highest   class    attraction    I    ever 
booked  through   my   circuit,   and    all    previous    records   of   attendance  were 
broken  at  each  house  without  a  single  exception. 

JOHN  W.  CONSIDINE,  Owner. 

Grand  Theatre,  Vancouver,  B.  C.  Grand  Theatre,  Tacoma. 

Peoples'  Theatre,  Vancouver,  B.  C.  Star  Theatre,  Tacoma. 

Grand  Theatre,  Bellingham,  Wash.  Orpheum  Theatre,   Seattle. 

Beck  Theatre,  Bellingham,   Wash.  Star    Theatre,    Seattle. 

Central    Theatre,    Everett,    Wash.  Star   Theatre,    Portland. 

Grand    Theatre,    Victoria,    B.    C.  Grand    Theatre,    Portland. 

Unique  Theatre,  Astoria,  Or.  Arcade    Theatre,    Portland. 

Star  Theatre,  Astoria,  Or.  Edison    Grand,   Spokane. 
Family  Theatre,  Butte,  Mont. 


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